was a very tender kiss that fell on Genevieve's forehead.

"That's my brave Genevieve--and I'm sure you'll never regret it, my
dear!" she said.

* * * * *

May passed, and June came, bringing warm, sunny days that were very
tempting to feet that were longing to be tramping through green woods
and fields. Examinations, however, were coming soon, and Genevieve knew
that, tempting as was the beautiful out-of-doors, studies must come
first. Every possible minute, however, she spent in rides, walks, and
tennis playing--even Miss Jane insisted that she must have exercise.

June brought not only alluring days, however, but a letter from
Quentina, which sent Genevieve flying into Mrs. Kennedy's room.

"Aunt Julia, did you write again to Mr. Jones?"

"I did," smiled Mrs. Kennedy, "and I have a letter from him to-day."

"You darling! Then you know, of course! Oh, Aunt Julia, isn't it
lovely! I just can't wait till to-morrow to tell the girls."

Genevieve did wait, however--she waited even till the morning recess.
She wanted all the Happy Hexagons together; and when she had them
together she told them the astounding news in one breathless rush of
words.

"Girls, Quentina's coming next year to school. She's going to room with
me. Isn't it lovely!"

There was a chorus of delighted questions and exclamations; but
Genevieve lifted her hand.

"Sh-h! Listen. I've got her letter here. You must hear it!" and she
whipped open the letter and began to read:

"Oh--oh--It isn't true--it can't be true! But
father says it is, and father doesn't lie. I'm to
go to Sunbridge. Sunbridge! I think Sunbridge is
the loveliest name in the world--for a town, I
mean, of course.

"DEAR GENEVIEVE:--There! this is actually the
first minute I could bring myself to begin this
letter properly. Really, a thing like this can't
just begin, you know! And to think that I'm going
to see Paul Revere's grave and Bunker Hill and you
just next September! Oh, how can I ever thank you
and dear Mrs. Kennedy? I love her, love her, love
her--right now! And all the Happy Hexagons--I
love them, too. I love everybody and
everything--I'm going to Sunbridge!

"All day I've been saying over and over to myself
that song in the 'Lady of the Lake,' only I've